Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

So much Blood

I hardly remembered the rest of the day. Only how I ran as far as I could after I opened the door for the cleanup team. I ran and ran until I collapsed. I recieved a message from Nate, saying he was worried about some guys rummaging in front of his club. So my demons led me there. Well, I can assure, those guys would never bother him again. Never. I can be quite convincing.
The next day I woke up with a roaring headache. I couldn't move. My eyes opened and I stared at the ceiling. Every limb felt so heavy. I started with moving a finger. The more I moved it, the lighter it became. I continued with my hands, my arms, my legs. Then I sat up. I felt so empty. My feet led me in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Blood.
I was covered in blood. Not mine. Shit. I stripped down as quickly as I could and threw the clothes as far away from me as possible. My hands started to tremble. What had I done? I took a few steps back until my shoulders hit the wall. My gaze focussed on the little pile of bloody clothes. I lifted my hands in front of my face only to find them covered in blood as well. Letting out a scream of anguish, I ran into the bathroom and held them under the sink, tried to scrub off the dried remains of my deeds. I looked up into the mirror over the sink. My face. More blood. I let out another silent scream and almost drowned myself while scrubbing away. Once I had cleansed myself, I started a shower. I let the hot water boil the blood out of every pore. I left the shower in a hurry, picked up the dirty clothes and stuffed them into a trashbag. I stripped my bed down and packed the stuff into my washing bag. Then I stopped. "Breathe.", I told myself. Then I cleaned everything, ate breakfast and went to work as usual.

I wore my mask. On the outside, I probably looked bored. I sat at my table, stared at my screen. "Well, cold-blooded murder seems to be your thing.", I heard a voice coming from my door. I looked up but the person was already gone. I texted with Nate. His replies were the only thing keeping me sane. I survived the day. Once I was back home, I sat down and stared at my hands. Something dripped onto my hands. I looked up. Was there a leak in my roof? No, nothing. I looked down at my hands again. Another drop. I sniffled. Was I... crying? The drops came quicker. Then I started to feel. My chest was tight, my heart felt like someone tried to squish it. A sob escaped my lips. Then I let my head fall into my hands and cried like I never had before.
Something had happened that day. I wasn't sure what.